I use to walk the streets of Brooklyn, and feel that it must bear a kind of odd resemblance to some old Berlin I had never seen, and did not yet know.
Now that I know Berlin – the new, obviously – I can confirm. There is a strange kinship between good ol’ Brooklyn, and Berlin.
The thing is, Berlin is new.
So incredibly, fascinatingly New. And nowadays when I walk around the streets of Berlin, I miss those pretty old cobblestone, the history and the incredible cultural density and variety of good ol’ Brooklyn!